Riley POV
My new room was smaller than the one at Luca’s mansion.
That should not have mattered.
It had a comfortable bed, a narrow wardrobe, a desk near the window, and a private bathroom with pale blue tiles. The walls were warm cream instead of cold white, and the window overlooked a quiet garden with trimmed hedges and a stone path that curved toward the back gate.
It was a good room.
A peaceful room.
A room that belonged to me because I had earned the right to stay in it.
Still, when I woke on my first morning, I reached toward the other side of the bed before remembering I was alone.
The movement brought back Luca.
His arm around my waist.
His breathing against my shoulder.
The suitcase waiting beside the door.
I closed my eyes.
Then I forced myself out of bed.
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